Char's uncle Juan found this video a little while back and Char's superannuated auntie felt it prudent for his blog. Respecting my elders, as I always do, here it is. This is by Collin Raye who wrote about his granddaughter who recently passed. She was also infirmed much in the same way as Charlie and should I ever be privy to the presence of The Almighty I'm certain it will only be because Char said, "He's with me."
I used to be the guy that gave the awkward stares and wasn't sure how to act around those more pure, but now I don't even really notice when those stares are directed at Charlie. We get them to be sure but Britt seems to be the most in tune with the attention Char gets in public. It's pretty humorous when Britt sees someone eyeballing his little brother and he'll stare right back and very nonchalantly mention, "He's my brother and he has a brain injury."
Here's the lyrics, mostly for B-Low who won't be able to hear the song.
She’s with me I proudly tell the maitre de as we arrive He seems surprised In a clumsy moment as he looks for room, for her blessed chair A table stares, and their eyes show only pity as they try to sympathize Oh, how difficult that must be, look away Day after day, they’ll never see, the joy you bring Only happy at the times I know that she’s with me
I wear it like a badge of honor at the mall I hear her call, the only way that she is able with a cry Time to go bye bye, she can’t say why Maybe tired, maybe hurting, god I wish that I could tell Do I ever make her happy for awhile To see her smile, makes my week, Though she can’t speak, She let’s me know she feels my love when she’s with me
I know just what heaven looks like when I see that perfect face For no other mortal heart could be so fair I myself so weak and weary, so imperfect as a man How could I be the one you chose to care for our girl Never done a single deed to earn the right to share her light Though it’s such a painful road we walk each day Lord you have your ways, this I pray On the day I stand before you, she’ll stand right by my side When you look upon me, head hung down in shame I’ll feel the blame, she’ll look at me, And then she’ll speak, in that precious voice Don’t worry ‘bout him my lord, cuz you see, He’s with me
